a time lapse video of me working on a lithograph plate....
Exhibition opens March 3rd. Opening Reception March 29th, 6pm with artist discussion.
African American Arts and Culture Complex
Sargent Johnson Gallery
762 Fulton St.
San Francisco, CA 94102
its been awhile since ive made the decision to speak my truth through words. but my truths have crawled out of every opening of my being no matter how tightly i sometimes work to hold them in. how much i may try to work to transform them inside my gut, inside myh psyche, inside the walls of my womb.
ive felt them twist and curl until they slumped onto the floors. until they seeped out after knocking into crackd lips and blackened the burrows of my eyes. theyve bled out onto the sheets. clumps of something that once was alive but suffocated. there was no air for them to breathe. for the wind to carry them tso they live out their purpose. the mother to my words. to my truth. does not always know how to be motherly…
the ones i did nurture i held tightly in my hands. ive threaded cloth for them. dressed them well when appropriate, and allowed their spirits to flourish in mud when it rained. they grew strong and never had to run from being broken and enslaved. though they knew the others weren’t able to feel the blessings of life, they never resented their mother. who else can forgive and love a mother more than her own child?
and who can feel for a child unborn more than the childs own mother?
guilt blossoms in unturned soil. its flower, honeybees will not pollinate. its sap poisons the stream its own life is owed to. its survival from the death of what has never lived. a demon who will shame the first word of god... its true... that everything comes from nothing.
photos from The Black Woman is God : Divine Revolution at SOMArts, San Francisco, CA & Cloud of Witnesses with Jarrel Philips at Omi Gallery in Oakland, CA 2017
deck of 8 handrawn pieces designed in collaboration with Black Quantum Futurism for Free For All event at the Institute of Contemporary Art in Philadelphia, PA.
pulled from the sea floor.
has the mouth of god. read from clean hands.
Also I've been honored to be featured on the Black Femme Witches Brewmagazine alongside some magnificent creators!!
watermelon. abundance. you.
circling around the s.
snakes from sirius system to senter of your root..
we all agreed to this some how but this is for you.
Photos of She Who is the Power Which is the All You Deserve for The Black Woman Is God: Reprogramming That God Code.
(Link to more photos from the Opening Reception coming)
"Other than botanists, few people consider that watermelon (Citrullus lanolin) is African. Yet this is so: the crop’s wild ancestors occur abundantly in the dry zones of the continent’s southern region. The African origin may come as a surprise only because watermelon spread around the globe so long ago that for most people it has become part of the wallpaper of life.
Today, this African fruit is cultivated throughout the warmer parts of the world—from the searing tropics to temperate latitudes and even beyond. Global annual production is approaching 100 million tons. Yet Africa scarcely registers in statistics: the largest producers arc Turkey, Iran, and Egypt, the United States and Mexico. and—especially—China, which produces over two-thirds of the watermelon in the world. While consumption in the United States has been fairly stable over the past 25 years, elsewhere demand is increasing, and indications for the future suggest ever-greater global production.
Given all this success, it is intriguing to consider that only a few watermelon types emigrated out of Africa. The descendants of those select few rose to a place among the best known of all the world’s fruits. With their colorful flesh and luscious sweet juice, they have been called the food of heaven. Mark Twain once wrote, "The true southern watermelon is a boon apart and not to be mentioned with commoner things. It is chief among this world’s luxuries, king by the grace of God over all the fruits of the earth. When one has tasted it, he knows what the angels eat. It was not a southern watermelon that Eve took: we know this because she repented.”
- Lost Crops of Africa: Volume III: Fruits. National Academies Press
walk in. washing over. + - + = - + -
yes. i draw black gods/ess. because that is what i am.
and i will be joining a myriad of artists for The Black Woman Is God : Reprogramming That God Code exhibit/ movement curated by fam Karen Seneferu and Melorra Green. Show is up July 7th - August 17th, 2016 at SOMArts in San Francisco.
Opening Reception is July 7th 6-10pm
and to add new book Out of Seeds with scripts by Tahjanee Singleton and drawings by myself.
all books are hand bound and
Out of Seeds is a reflection of/is the IS something unseen but felt. something that i express but can not formulate into apa style of writing. something that i wish to beam out and use to communicate in my own language. this is an energy swelling and breaking the dam that has foolishly been erected to stop a flow bigger than us as singular beings...yet it IS us in our singularity and multiplicity and power and madness and wetness and deadness.
all that is.
Out of Seeds
email me for a copy
(Paypal link was removed for the moment due to travels and excessive shipping prices)
the love that let you love.
watching them spiral out of the tree they made home.
new 8.5x5.5 prints on etsy
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black woman from the shadows of San Francisco. visual creator of ancestral portals.